Walid Boureghda

A Smile On A Painting And A Melody Of A Symphony - Poem by Walid Boureghda

I love in you that smile traced on your visage, Brightened with the lightness of your eyes.I love in you the vividness of your voice, And the attractiveness of your femininity.

Your smile to your face gave the meaning of innocence, Usually revealed by the children's countenances.Your smile fulfilled your body with such femininity, Which attracted the painters' fingers To paint their most marvellous paintings, And fascinated the musicians' stringsTo compose their most beauteous symphonies.

My eyes realized the beauty and the value of the painters' paintingsSince they caught sight of your smile, Which the nature's hands portrayedAnd printed on your face.

Consequently, you were Mona LisaBy whom all the aficionados' eyes were captivated.And Nature was Leonardo Da VinciWhose fingers painted And his thoughts bestowedThat marvelling smile on the painting of your face.

Additionally, with your paradisiacal voice, You were the ninth symphonyThat astonished all the listeners.And your scarlet mouth was Beethoven, Which whensoever it uttersIt articulates a deific melodyThat attracts all the listeners' ears.

Oh! What exquisite eyes you do have! ! Oh! What stunning they are, indeed! ! They are two pearl nuggets, Which descended from the Moon's powderAnd set down gently upon your eyes.They are two bracelets among Chosroes' Bracelets, Gathered by Muslim ConquerorsWhen they triumphed over Persia, Which, thenceforward, had been carried And homed onto your face - onto your eyes.

Henceforth, I was the first aficionado Who, with my Love Card to you, purchased the Mona Lisa.And my ear was the first listenerThat listened to one or more of your symphonies.

Likewise, my heart was SurakahHe, then, wore your eyes and put them on his hands.And palmed the two pearls firmly.And then, he homed them to his heart box.He locked them up.So that neither the beholders' eyes will be appealedNor will the thieves be.